I'll rip my red bow from my hair,
and light the canvas on fire.
No one said it would be fair,
Quickened exit, running tired.
and light the canvas on fire.
No one said it would be fair,
Quickened exit, running tired.
It's a two way street, life. You give and you take. I don't like putting myself out there, and people expecting my honesty...at all times...only to be re-payed in dismissal when the coin turns.
We all have our demons...secrets, fights, confusion...Confusion. What a word. I hide nothing, ever. For better or worse. What you see, find, hear and talk about with me is all you get. That's me. So there I am, vulnerable. Open. Exposed.
It's not fair to get the door slammed on my face.
We are all our own brand of tired. No man is an island. No man's problems are unique to him. No one is in life alone. You want understanding? You have to let people in.
Ugly sides. We all have them. But it's time to shut down. I have to be up in 3 hours. I'm not going to sleep. Just lay here and give in to this gut instinct telling me to shut out everyone again. To go back to square one. Love all, trust few...if any.
Everyone's out for now. No one is allowed close to me anymore.
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